Mud emerges without staining, clear ripples and no demon-it embodies noble moral integrity.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely seeing Nanshan-embodies the pursuit of life.
When everything is fine, I feel that my life journey is a kind of rest-it reflects the negative avoidance of the world and laments that life is short.
If you want a poem to sum it up, you can only use Qu Yuan's sentence: I wake up alone when the world is cloudy and everyone is drunk.